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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/21 12:05pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/21 12:21pm (1 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Achilles LOCATION: Seti Clan's berth onboard Paladin The younglings gazed at the big man, awed as children often were by a man of Torian's stature and charisma. They knew him as "the General." "Good night, then..." Hill looked to his clan and back to Torian, "sir. Oh, I don't suppose you have time for a story," he asked, more for his companion Jedi than for himself, though Hill really understood the situation on a less concious level, "Maybe another time then," he added taking pity on his father and smiling he let loose Torian's big hand and feeling warmed by the General's attentions, he closed his eyes. The others too, watched in the dark as the tall man left. They thought to ask Hill, but in consideration and drowsiness simply lay back down, or sat, according to species and went back to sleep. TAG: Torian IC: Andur del Jinn LOCATION: with Nashtah on Paladin He'd tensed only for a split-second as Nashtah pounced in dreadful speed and predatory twitch! Yet, the prodigal seemed to revive and re-oriented, Nashtah offered her hand and asked after the Master. "Yes, yes, I'm fine! Its only my," he slapped his back side as he used the offer by which to pull himself up with a grunt, "'padded pride' needs a slight mending! Why must the decking be so... dashed ... solid," he muttered comically. "I'm sorry to have disturbed your much needed sleep. Your pardon, Padawan," he smiled. "Do you think you can go back to sleep?" TAG: Nashtah IC: A'Sharad Hett LOCATION: berth on the Haven He rubbed his head and rising, pulled the cord loose from his braided hair. Letting it loose, he shook the mane of black hair free and yawning, stretched and went to the small basin outside the fresher to splash his face. Toweling roughly, he looked in the dark to the sleeping young Kiffu. Ah, not the best sleep either, he thought to himself and his tattooed brow furrowed as he wondered at all that had befallen his new Padawan to cause such a lingering disturbance! "Young Padawan," said Hett as he leaned down in the darkened little room. "It would seem Master C'Baoth requires my assistance. I won't be long. If you find you are now restless, come find me." The boy did not respond, and Hett rose with a sigh and pulled on his boots, the door closing almost immediately on his dissappearing figure. *** "Forgive the delay, Master," said Hett with a bow, "You foun[d me sleeping. How may I assist?" TAG: NickLitYouAFlame, MOLP -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 5/21 12:28pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Of Kilarn Vers The Haven Kilarn awoke to the sound of a slamming door. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he assumed it had been his new Master that had left, a fact asserted by the lack of his presence. Kilarn tossed that word in his head for a moment. Master. Hope. The new day had bolstered his spirits and Kilarn pushed himself to his feet, his nightmare of last, now forgotten. Walking into the refresher, Kilarn lost his robes and had a brief shower. Shaking his long dreads back, he toweled himself off. Returned his clothing to his body, Kilarn rubbed his chin, to find a bout of stubble sprouting. Once back in the fresher, Kilarn tried to shave, but also managed to cut his chin. Grunting, he left the room. And, in the hall, he realized he had left his boots. Chuckling to himself, he returned to the berth and slipped them on. --- Kilarn lay his hand over his brow and rubbed gently as he emerged into the Hangar. He found his Master’s presence in the Force and made a beeline to him. He noticed Master C’Baoth as he drew near. “Greetings, Masters. Good morning.” Tag: Pash and MOLP -----signature----- I love Matt's "As Father And Son." I've written my best in that game.
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TheAdmiral Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 5/21 1:23pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC:Dennii/Drakoniss Sunwalker On-board "Jedi Haven" The next set of events took her out of her "rampage", she saw her lightsaber flying across the room. Dennii looked incredulously at her weapon and then at her Master who bowed and started talking. “You have done well Denni in one standard hour I request your presence in my chambers” She bowed in reply and managed to mutter. -As you wish...Master... Then C'baoth just left the room leaving her confused. "So that was it?" "Yes, I believe so..." "I expected a long and dramatic duel..." "Well, it was not short...and, in my opinion, quite dramatic...you almost managed to injure yourselves more severely..." "Is the baby alright?" "It is...Do you know what gender it will be?" "I believe it will be a girl...but I cannot be sure, we will have to wait and see..." Drakoniss remained silent then Dennii used the Force to pull her lightsaber. She tucked the curved hilt on her belt leaving the room to go to her chambers. While walking Drakoniss appeared in front of her. "I saw some flaws in your fighting style...I think you should learn some new dueling styles, your Makashi is far too elegant for such duels, especially if you face Vader. And I thing it's time you utilized some Illusions in the duels, I will have to teach you how to use them..." The padawan reached her cabin, she was exhausted. Dennii almost collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep. She was dreaming again, about Alpha...she longed to meet him again, to tell him that he is going to become a father. She felt the baby's presence inside her, it was soothing, a tiny spark in the darkness that was Drakoniss. The ghost was changing too, his dark taint was not as strong as it used to be, he was healing, all Drakoniss needed was time and patience. She woke up, it was almost time to get to Master C'baoth. She washed her face, Dennii stared at her cold crimson eyes reflecting on the mirror, they were still flashing in a ghostly way that almost scared her. She shook her head dismissing the thought. Dennii then remembered she had another set of robes, her previous ones were a mess from the last mission. She undressed herself but first stepped in the fresher unit. She was still sweaty from the duel. It took her less than 10 minutes then she went out of the fresher drying herself with a towel. Dennii moved to the bed where the other set of robes were lying. They bore the same colors like the previous ones, green and brown. The robes were comfortable and most importantly clean. In a few moments she was ready. The Padawan stood up and just when she turned to leave the room she remembered something. "My hair...it's a mess...". Drakoniss stood there and rolled his eyes in annoyance. Using the Force she pulled a chair so that she could sit in front of the mirror then took her brush. Her hair was growing long "I should have cut it down, I am still a padawan...". Anyway she started brushing it, the hair felt so soft, it was one of the pleasures she had. To brush her hair, she had been watching princess Jori Atreides doing it when they were together back on Kaladan. How she missed Jori, she was her best friend, not that she had any other friends. She was wondering what had happened to her, was the Union alright, was her father alright. Dennii had so many questions to ask her friend, she missed everyone...the cold Lord Admiral Xavier, the charming prince Lawson, sister Alia, Lord General Xavius and the others. She sighed and continued brushing her long hair. It reflected the lights on the ceiling. Moving her small hand across it with the brush, she touched her Padawan braid, it was on the right side of her face. "It's time to leave..." she thought then stood up. Dennii left her room, she felt nervous, something was going to happen, and she was not sure what. Drakoniss also was not much of a help, he had blocked some of his memories, as if she was going to receive a surprise. As she came near the appointed place she felt other presences in the Force...Master C'baoth... Master Hett...and the kiffu padawan Kilarn... TAG:C'baoth, Hett, Kilarn -----signature----- If you have info share it with me , if you have questions ask ! Tear Down The Wall-Pink Floyd "The IG Banking clan has surrendered ! The day is ours ! The Republic is victorious !"Obi-Wan Clone Wars "My allegiance is to the Republic , to democracy !"Obi
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/21 8:37pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/21 9:32pm (3 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OOC: A joint post with XTM! Thank you, XTM! IC: Celeste, Ysera, and Lev Ulrich, Admiral, USF LOCATION: Malme dacha, Gripsholme, Ursa The light drizzle now misting the sea air, Celeste lifted her face and let her senses be nourished. The morning clouds, now gone grey with the sun’s rising hung heavily in the Spring sky. She thought of all those away at war and the farewells and last words spoken and she thought of the last time she’d seen Ysera. Though grey outside, the white of the plaster walls, the painted runes and florals on the exposed timbers and the folk rendered furnishings with caprices of hoofed chair legs and arms like the turned horns of the cattle beyond in the field now lying down in the wet grass made the room seem cozy. It was early spring and a chill came with the rain. At Ysera’s voice she turned and saw she patted the bed, beckoning Celeste to sit by her, the sleeping Ariel stretched out and seeming to sleep the sleep of innocence. Celeste smiled over her shoulder and turned again to the drizzle. “A lot…” She closed the window, crossing to the middle of the room pensively before continuing, “A lot! Sophia,” Celeste said smiling, “Sophia for the most part - our treasure, a universe to us!” The feelings this spoken avowal evoked were intense, the way they are when one realizes at the same time how very much one prizes something and how easily it could be lost! Starting again, Celeste sighed, “Ah…” She waited and then began again, “My Lord is away and I’ve no idea when he returns… but he promised soon … it could be a day … could be a week and I’m certain he too, would be anxious to speak with you.” She smiled to banish the melodrama that threatened to derail her and there was much she wanted to know of Ysera, but more urgently, the results of her voyage. Lifting the scalloped, soft and worn edge of a warm quilt of faded blue satin, Celeste pulled it from the foot of the bed over the sleeping Ariel, whose face she studied and then upon the other side covered her cousin’s legs who, for her part looked tired and in the eye, there was something of a wild look, a ferril look as one skiddish, careful though the look was mediated somewhat by what clearly was a sense of familial comfort. Ysera remained silent as Celeste gathered her thoughts, pulling the corners of the covers over her legs and enjoyed the company. "Well what about you – I meant you, Celeste?" the princess urged. "Me," the Reina said in surprise, "that is me. Ursa, my family ... they are me,” Celeste insisted. “I have been busy with my charge, with the restoration of Jupe, with finances and mergers, with guests both bidden and un...what do you mean," she queried, looking away. Ysera could only chuckle, "I mean you, not your day job, Celeste, how are you doing?" Ysera replied as she leaned up against her pillows. "How are you holding up? Do you have time for yourself, Celeste, do you take a walk and absorb the fresh air around you?" “Lacking the company of my husband … among … others, pregnant, and …” It was not usual for Celeste to talk about herself. The notion of the “self” had been ingrained as comprehensive to the body of Ursa, to the Force. Celeste looked wistfully to Ysera, but felt oddly, sidetracked by the question if not simply uncomfortable with the focus, but she answered, “Happy for your return – alive! Then standing back, Celeste looked again to Ariel. “We’ll wake her,” she protested in a whisper. Alexstrasza smiled, glancing to the angelic face of the sleeping Ariel. "Trust me, she's a deep sleeper, I can attest to that," Ysera said, "Did I hear you correctly, you are pregnant!?" Ysera leaned her head slightly towards her cousin for the answer. "Yes," said Celeste, looking to Ariel and sitting one hip upon the edge of the bed beside Ysera, but now focused, she dropped the ‘stitch’ of the intimate conversation of unencumbered familiarity. "Ysera, ... was Ariel with you the entire time?" "Of course, Celeste, you of all people knew this. This whole journey, everything was for Ariel, the moment she was born, that's when the whole mission began really," Ysera said reassuringly and continued, “… the planning, training, the lessons, nurturing her until she reached the age of ten and that’s when the second phase began, where the expedition launched." Ysera added "Um,... said Celeste thoughtfully, thinking on the child’s "function" in the mission and wondering about the "use" of her, finally asking the question most pertinent, "And the mission was successful..." Ysera looked towards the open vista, "Yes, the mission was successful, Celeste, we have the Capstone which you have guessed at. Its in the crate that’s being transported," Ysera's voice trembled ever so slightly, remembering everything they faced. “I know the Re will want to be briefed and you will have to repeat everything, but do interested parties know where you have come," asked Celeste carefully of the other proponents of the venture. Ysera turned to face her saying softly to her tender cousin, "They will be notified, we will hold another meeting with them once more. The Capstone cannot stay here, Celeste. It will be moved once more when the team has recovered and my ship repaired." Celeste looked at Ysera, "Wither, Ysera?" Ysera had to explain but wasn't sure how to, "Will you be there at the briefing, Celeste?" "I am duty bound," Celeste replied plainly and without hidden meaning, but confused by Ysera’s oblique answers. When Ysera had last spoken to her of the mission, it had seemed there was something in particular that would be of benefit to Ursa. She had yet to hear any hint that there was such a benefit. "I understand." Ysera said evenly, finding her cousin’s tack surprising and blunt. It seemed she had changed from the quiet and agreeable young woman Ysera had "Well the Capstone is of no use to anyone and it will be one loose end I will tie up personally, the ritual was performed and now it will be moved. Ursa doesn't know and to be honest don't really need to know, the less the better and....." Ysera fell silent and then spoke once more. "I will be retiring from active service, Celeste," As she looked at the sleeping form of Ariel. "You have made that decision for Ursa, have you Ysera," said Celeste standing slowly. "Yes its for its best interests, Celeste, the less they knew of what actually happened out there, the better, especially regarding the Capstone, because if they did, then they will be an open target for......"Ysera was almost going to say the Vong but bit her tongue and held it for now. "And the member systems," Celeste inquired, “What do you intend telling them?” "Celeste it’s in the utmost best interest for Ursa if they didn't know of the Capstone, that’s all I can say..." Ysera said quietly. "It will be the same deal for them, they don't need to know of its location but we will inform them on everything that transpired." But not Ursa," asked Celeste cocking her head. "At the end of the day, the mission was accomplished, despite our losses,” Ysera said, tension creeping into her voice. "Ursa can't know of the Capstone, I mean they didn't even know it in the first place, Celeste you must trust me on this. It’s for the best." "Do you imagine I can content myself that others shall not follow? If you have gone to find it and it cannot rest, then why did you not destroy it? Why did you return to Ursa," Celeste asked with a steely gaze. "It’s rested Celeste, unless you want to wait another twenty thousand years for the next ritual." Ysera knew she couldn't go around the bush with Celeste and also, she was too exhausted too anyway. "Okay, Celeste, you can inform the people if you want too," Ysera thought for the moment. "We can put it up on display for the time until Anakin returns, but after that, it will be moved, this is a personal request from me, it has nothing to do with the mission." Ysera answered somewhat pleadingly. "I returned because I wanted to see you and Anakin and for my daughter to meet you and hopefully become part of the family," She said softly. "I have adopted, Ariel, Celeste." Ysera, tears welling in her eyes as she looked over at Ariel. "I have no interest in parading that relic, Ysera ... I think you miscomprehend me," said Celeste, speaking quickly and quietly, hardening herself as time had taught her. "If it is rested, then how does it pose a threat, cousin," she asked directly. It was difficult to ignore the compelling tears and the desire for rest she saw in Ysera's eyes. "The Capstone is not a threat anymore---" Ysera said slowly and calmly, "…I’m the threat, Celeste." "And how is that?" "There's a new enemy out there at the known edges of the Unknown Region and let’s just say, they didn't like our company." Ysera spoke emphatically, tearfully, keeping her voice hushed. "Things have changed indeed, Cousin." She didn't look at Celeste anymore. Celeste sighed, her breath rattling within the seeming too narrow confines of her corseted bodice. "Yes, Ysera, they have changed." "You have no idea, what I've been through, what my team has been through, the losses of our members, not only did we had to look for the 7 constituent pieces, we were also on the run for six years, Celeste." Ysera was on the verge of a breakdown. "It looks like I shouldn't have returned, but I did, I have a responsibility, Celeste and that’s the well being of my daughter! I want to settle down and have a life of my own, that’s why I came back." Wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her flesh hand, Ysera returned gaze to her cousin. "And that’s why I’m retiring. I can't do it anymore, Celeste, I can't." Ysera surrendered herself and fell back into the pillows. The room was quiet as Celeste looked down, knowing she must continue, for both their sakes. Bracing a hand against her waist, the Reina touched her brow before looking up to say, "You have returned, and that is good. I shall have grieved to think of you lost and gone without the love that is your due. There have been others... now gone and I am certain, there will be more. You may speak to something of which you believe me at present ignorant," said Celeste cryptically, remembering the night before Anakin left and what had transpired, the information exchanged and seeming coincidence of the children's discovery in the cave in the sea cliffs. "I will not break for the banishing of ignorance. How could I as Reina be better able in ignorance, Ysera," she asked rhetorically. "I have an obligation to Ursa, and yes, to you, but further. You came here. You are an intelligent woman and strong. You say you are the threat!' Yet, you have returned. Then I am to believe it was succor you required, at the expense of ... what, of leading this 'new enemy' to us? Is that what you are saying?" Celeste looked on accusingly and standing very still. "That’s why I can't stay in Ursa for that long, I need to take the precaution just in case they manage to find my trail, as we did make several stop-jumps just in case, but I'm taking no chances, once everything is ready to go, I will go back to my home where I raised Ariel. I … I simply wanted to see you and Anakin and give him the debriefing and then I'll be on my way, Celeste. Ursa it seems has enough on it’s hands." Ysera said confidently despite the falling tears. Celeste felt Ysera’s fear, the consternation and alarm that poured forth from her cousin as she relived, in part, her harrowing chase. Yet, she was disappointed to find her cousin seeming hard hearted and adamant instead of yielding as she’d expected. "It is done and you are here, Ysera," said Celeste resolutely. "And what has you journey meant for Ursa? What discovery is it you claim that will glory this system? An enemy," said Celeste unrelenting. "By the Force, cousin, if the fear I sense in you is this great, you will tell me what it is you met out there!" Ysera looked on Celeste, as if seeing her newly and after a moment, she replied, "Okay, Celeste, i will not hide anything from you," Ysera said and she made herself comfortable," I suggest you sit down next to me," Ysera said. "… Just be patient with me, is all I ask." Celeste came forward and closing her eyes, she put a calming hand forward, taking one of Ysera's soothing as she did so. "We are both grown, shaped by life and I am, yet your loving cousin, but my ... more than holy obligation spears me, Ysera. I must know." Celeste sat once again next to the brave woman and released her cousin’s hand while she gave her full attention. "I understand, Celeste. Bound by duty, things have changed in my absence," Ysera couldn't stop her palms from shaking and, breathing evenly in and out to calm herself, she began. "They are called the Yuuzhan Vong, Celeste. They are some sort of organic species, they are growing an army out there somewhere, we encountered them in our first year of the expedition and since then have been on the run from them. We have clashed in a number of occasions as well as with the other factions after the Pieces," Ysera tried to stop the shaking in her hands, "We lost one of our members to them and it was a blow to our team, especially, to Ariel." Ysera recalled her memories, "I'm scared, Celeste. Not for myself, but for her." Ysera glanced again to Ariel beside her. "We escaped them just before we made our jump to hyperspace to leave the region, thus leaving my ship in the condition that she is now. They did that with their force." Ysera said as she slowed her breathing. "Six years, Celeste, we had to hold them off our backs, fight for our lives. They captured Ariel during our mission, they wanted her but for what reason I do not know," Ysera couldn’t hold back her tears which spilled from her cheeks to her naked hand. "I maybe strong, Celeste but now it’s different. I have to be stronger for Ariel, for my daughter." She almost pleaded to her cousin. "Tyushlack Vongsk" said Celeste looking in a near trance. Ysera heard her, and look surprised."You know something, Celeste." Ysera wiped her tears with her hand again. “They have already been here, Ysera," she whispered and looked around, feeling a chill and fighting the urge to run and find Sophia. Celeste pursed her lips and stood. Her eyes burned. Looking about the room carefully, almost suspiciously, she stood and crossed quickly to a desk, the room in silence but for the slapping of gusted sheets of rain in halting tempo. Gaining a data pad and a stylus, she drew a very rough sketch of what she could remember of the remains discovered in the cave below the Federov Estate not far from the dachka and how Anakin had described a vision he had, attaching that name to them, but there was something else, the lashing of the wraith’s stinging tintacles upon her, still vivid, her flesh retained the naked sensation of those cruel torments and she flinched. Ysera looked about as Celeste moved around the room and started to scribble something on her data pad and Ysera couldn't believe it, they were here too! And she thought she escaped their clutches and yet their reach grew longer than she ever imagined it could. A bad feeling was creeping up her heart. "What!?" Ysera exclaimed in recognition and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand upright! Again, Celeste pulled the pad to her and feverishly drew something else - her memory of the wraith, Umbrus - large and globular, overwhelming, its tentacles spread out and curled and seeming to seethe. Her face was set like stone and she barely looked down as she drew. "What is it, Celeste?" Ysera said Eyes gleaming fiercely, the amber glinting gold, Celeste rubbed with one hand at the fire behind her eyes and her grip on the pad tightened till it broke under the pressure, arcing and zapping as conduits snapped and the screen fractured, cutting her hand. She shook her head and turned quickly to regain control. Clasping her arms, she rubbed against a sudden chill, yet opened the casement against the rain to breath the salted air and let it salve her burning eyes. Then with both hands she forced the window shut against the wind once more. "Celeste, talk to me, here," Ysera couldn't take it anymore. And she took off her covers and brought her legs over the bed now hanging off the side of the bed and she started to push herself up and her toes felt the cool floor beneath her and she stood up and then she fell onto the bed again, as her legs were wobbly. Waving away her cousin’s alarm, Celeste sucked at the dark scarlet and then looking to Ysera she quietly helped her back into the bed, avoiding Ysera's gaze. “They aren't here now, but they have been. There ... are some ... remains... they are not here ... now," said Celeste more to herself than to Ysera, She smoothed the covers and tentatively touched Ysera's hand and then raised it as a barely perceptible "lacing" of blue white plasma raced over Celeste’s fine skin and then disappeared, as she recomposed herself . Ysera sat down on the side of the bed with Celeste standing in front of her. "Celeste, pray tell me what’s going on?" Now it was Ysera's turn to ask the question. "We are family. I don't like to keep secrets,” and that was true, she did not. “You know me or has that changed too,” Ysera couldn’t help but ask with sarcasm. "I don't know anything anymore, how can I pick up the pieces of a life I can't go back too. Looking at the family when they greeted me back, I see upon their faces, I knew who they are but in my heart, they seemed alien to me, like I wasn't part of their world, they don't know what I've been through, and they will never understand." "Ysera," said Celeste. "The welcome was an honest one. You have become legend, no one thought you would return and yes, time did not stand still here either. It’s true, your tale is not one for everyone. I think I know the Re well enough to say you will not suffer public exhibition. Yet, I think there has been some sort of misunderstanding and you seem to speak to me from the ‘middle’ of everything, Ysera." "Im sorry to despair like that, its not like I wanted too." Ysera said and then looked to the tenacious Reina with mounting concern. Celeste slowly raised her lashes to regard Ysera with her golden eyes. They burned less intensely now as she exerted control. "My beginning is sleeping behind us," Ysera spoke with a measured voice and looked into Celeste's amber eyes with her’s of viridian green. “If you want tangibles, for the capstone is now spent, Ariel is all.” "You say the capstone is 'spent!?" I don't understand," said Celeste genuinely confused. "To what end was your mission financed, then? It would indeed appear you have nothing but the oracle to show for your endeavors, though, of course she is to be cherished, but hardly to the glory of Ursa!" Ysera paused for a moment before replying," I have footage of the whole event, Celeste." Ysera said quietly "Footage?! Footage?! I do not doubt there was action, but what of the translation,” asked Celeste incredulously thinking back to the reports Ysera had sent her long ago. “You can not be blind to the implications! What then is it’s significance... Ysera, I think your intentions will come as somewhat of a surprise to my Lord the Re… You cannot comprehend," said Celeste in astonishment. "So have a great many things will come to a surprise for everyone, Celeste." Ysera said looking downwards at herself "Ysera, you must appreciate my position. Help me to understand so I may support you," said Celeste pleadingly. "Where do you want me to start, Celeste. I mean what do you need of me and I will give you what you seek." Ysera answered back. "Do not answer me with questions, cousin!" "You must understand where I'm coming from, this is the first time I'm having a conversation with you." Ysera said, "Ursa is now under the protection of the ritual of power, meaning its people are protected for a thousand years." Ysera announced, "That’s what was performed on top of the Great Temple." "More alchemy!" Celeste tossed angrily, putting her hands on her hips and turning away from her cousin. "The why have you the capstone still?" Ysera cracked a smile, "Just want to keep it as an heirloom of the achievment," Ysera blushed slightly. "Do I strike you as that gullable?" "Im being dead serious, Celeste." Ysera said "You state and infer that there were others in pursuit of this artifact," said Celeste. "But since I have no authority over it thats left up to you and Anakin," Ysera said "To the point, Ysera what did they want with it?" "Well we did have some disturbances but now they don't need it as long it didn't fall into our enemies hands." "They? Who are They?" "The delegates, Celeste," "Our enemies?! They and our enemies Ysera, your speech is ... the delegates?" "The other nations in this effort, they don't need it, as the ritual has been performed, its useless to anyone unless you want to wait another twenty thousand years. The mission is complete, Celeste. I’m just asking for a personal request in safe keeping it but like i said, if you have other plans then by all means do what you will." Ysera said defeatedly. “And this was the discovery that you strove to ..." Celeste closed her eyes and swallowed. “Ysera" she said slowly "I am the Matriarch of the Kavalad. It is the way of clarity we seek. Have you forgotten? Have you been too long amongst blind? I've no particular care for this capstone other than as an historical artifact... that is not the issue here," said Celeste losing her well revered patience. "The issue is the outcome of your mission and the miscomprehension that in 7 years has become an expectation! Ysera Ysera!" said Celeste putting her hand to her head. "I see," Now understanding the weight of her situation. "Okay, Celeste it seems 7 years has changed me and my views and maybe I was blind at the time, Celeste." Ysera replied "We are an aphid upon the pendulum of synchronicity," said Celeste the blood draining from her face as she felt the small hope slide away. "I dont' think you appreciate our ... situation. I don’t know for what we hoped. It was illusion it seems. Oh, you cannot know… " "Im not in the mood to argue with you or anyone, if Ursa wants to be proud then so be it, I have done what I done, my job is done and now its your turn to take care of it." "To be proud!? No, no! This has nothing to do with something so thin and inconsequential...." said Celeste nearly tearfully. “Ysera, are you telling me ...Everything?" "I fulfilled the mission, what more do you need from me, Celeste? I think I’m still blind now." Ysera said Celeste shook her head and murmured, "Oh my Lord!" "Im tired, confused, I want to be done with this and move on. Maybe seven years has done more damage than good by the looks of it." "I must agree, they have been hard 7 years," Celeste said nodding and half laughing softly in irony, "and they shall be harder still. Mother to an Empire," she murmured quoting Palpatine, "to which, is the question." "Go to sleep, Ysera. I'll think of something." Celeste smiled wanly. "Okay, Celeste." Ysera nodded. "I will see you tomorrow." Ysera returned her smile and chuckled out loud. "Look at us, who would have thought things would turn out the way they have?!” The Reina smiled, yes, though she was far from satisfied and now filled with misgiving as she let herself from the room. Closing the door, she leaned her head against it and whispered the beginnings of a mantra....Oh creator spirits... the way ever turning returns..." The sun set as she watched the lone figure beyond the wheat fields move in seeming dance against the deep violet and brilliant carnelian of dusk. No Black Guards ever pursued him! She had assumed he was one of their own. She moved from the window and on to the small chapel where she sat in meditation for a long while, the flicker of devotional candles, a welcome warmth in the otherwise dark and cool space. The white walls long stained with the aromatic oils of incense breathed in the chilled night about the lone Matriarch. So much was in motion now, she felt nearly lost in the torrent, pulled into a churning vortex! The blue indigo gave way to azure as she "joined" with the Force, the candles flame became a warmth within and yet, she became twined with stars and moons her consciousness cradled and yet left to expand, and she was of the vast black and of the nothing, the suspension that was consciousness freed! Despite and still, the Force shifted and the clarity did not come! Ysera slept with her adopted child above, while 3 of Halikarnassós’ beleaguered crew remained aboard the crippled ship, mused Celeste in consternation. A solitary woman Celeste felt herself most acutely now as she sensed a distinct divide grow! *** “Admiral Ulrich,” call the Reina softly as she entered the main house of the rambling stone range that was Malme dachka. For a moment, halting her progress, Marie-Celeste laid her soft soled foot upon the stone flat and waited for a cramped muscle to move through it’s seized flex, allowing the pain to swell and then, flooding the senses, it dissipated. “Are you alright, Majesty,” the Admiral asked leaning into his gait as he advanced. ‘Just tension, Admiral” she said with a slight grimace as the intense pain dissolved. Standing more erect she continued “ …..there’s something amiss –“ “Halikarnassós!” both said. “Yes, indeed, Admiral.” He nodded and waited to speak to evidence which gave rise to his concerns. “We have means to retrieve and stabilize disabled vessels. The Royal Shipwrights at Malove would have been a likely destination in the first place and barring that, a simple notification, an SOS would have alerted the appropriate department and saved the ship a great amount of repairs, not to mention the remediation to our preserve planet,” she offered in hushed tones as she directed her footsteps toward a small study on the main floor. Closing the door behind her, “Admiral Ulrich, you know that the public will forgive the Princess the damages done here, but why did she choose to crash rather than allow the tows to dry dock the ship? Why keep a crew onboard when they have obviously all been through dire straights?” Celeste paced. Not even the pull of kindred blood would coax the covert intentions Ysera kept in her heart and in that ship’s hold. “She said there was a pursuit, Admiral. I have wondered that this might be her reason for not leaving the ship in orbit. Haven’t we a way of finding where Halikarnassós has traveled,” she asked wondering from where such a threat as they surmised might approach. “You mean the ship’s log,” said the Admiral. “…yes, and the navigating computer,” asked Celeste quickly. “We are already collecting the information, Your Majesty. We’ve some idea of the vector of entry. However, the cronau flash which occurs upon decanting or entering an atmosphere, this does not necessarily indicate the direction of approach, since decanting often is accompanied by spatial distortions. We can compute probable vectors, though,” he added hopefully. “Yes, we have technicians who’ve established a link with the ship’s navigation system. They should be accessing and downloading the log now.” He paused for a moment, “You, Majesty, I must ask if you have more information. The Princess must debrief command. Our obligation is to…” “To Ursa, of course, but I can not tell you more. The mission was … not USF. The Re gave his support… so you see, it was upon the Princess’ own aegis… we agreed, as a private venture, it would not be a matter for the public register. Her crash landing has unfortunately made it so, I fear,” she said looking out at the dark sky and then out to the petrified tree which pointed up to the heavens with its lacy lattice of gnarled fingers wondering momentarily after the lone “Black Guard.” She turned from the window and sighed. “How soon might you have the data complete?” “Within the hour,” said Lev Ulrich, bowing curtly. “You’ll let me know then as soon as possible,” asked Celeste quietly. “The very moment, your Majesty,” said Ulrich. *** Silhouetted against the amber glow of evening light shining from within the dachka, the Reina looked out on the black shadows of the fields beyond, the deep rose of dusk now a burnished glow high above the deep purple below. She held a yellow pyramidal crystal, which seemed to flux in her hands and after a moment, decided to return it to its place, behind "iris print and key code," the peculiar oscillations immanating from within reminding her too much of a death rattle, a cackling and derisive laughter. TAG: Ulrich – that would be me!, Ariel, Ysera and Gripsholme folk! -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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DarthXan318 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 5/21 8:59pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	My apologies for the delay, uni's been deadlines hell lately. IC: Captain Elenya Savanche, VSD-II Endless Waypoint Alpha Elenya nodded as Tarkin answered her question, but winced internally - he had clarified a few things that were always good to know, and that she might have wanted to ask had she thought of them, but hadn't answered the question she had asked. She was debating whether to point that out, and risk getting chewed out for backchatting the Grand Moff, when Grand Admiral Carthaginian interjected. “If I may, Lord Vader, Grand Moff … Tarkin,” he began. With some relief, the young Captain switched her attention to her immediate superior for the coming battle. Carthaginian seemed to understand the purpose behind her question, for he launched into a more detailed explanation of the Kalee theater. "... Therefore, you will have at the most, given a conservative estimate and the time it takes for the third wave to jump, approximately 92 minutes to make your glory,” he concluded. “How else may I clarify further?” An hour and a half to be a distraction, eh? Elenya found that prospect slightly worrying - one and a half hours was as long as some small-scale planetary assaults - but she trusted that the Grand Admiral knew what he was doing. "Understood, sir," she replied. "No further clarification necessary." Unless any other Captains had questions, it would seem they were ready to roll out. TAG: pashatemur, LordDarthUmbrus, Imperials at Waypoint Alpha -----signature----- It's "godmoding," not "godmodding." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godmoding
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Jerjerrod-Lennox Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/22 2:48am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/22 2:48am (1 edits total) Edited By: Jerjerrod-Lennox
	OOC:]Welcome back to RogueAce and welcome to Darth_Elu Sorry once again for the latness of this post, RL has been keeping me on my toes. Here is a joint post between me and TheAdmiral, once again many thanks IC: Captain Scyther Vectis, Commander Alpha Location: VenSD Roadblock, Waypoint Alpha Scyther had heard the commotion behind her, and turned to see Alpha and the security officers having a staring contest with Ensign Novell on the ground. She got up and walked over to where the commotion was happening. "What's going on?" she asked, her gaze moving first to Alpha and then the security officers Alpha moved his gaze from the battle station to the captain. -Ah, captain, that I have your attention; I want to discuss something about the oncoming battle. "Of course" replied Scyther; she would have to have a chat with Novell about what happened with the commander. "I'm sorry that you have had to wait so long, but there has been a few situations as you no doubt have witnessed". She nodded towards the conference room at the back of the bridge, "We can discuss the battle in there, and I’ll have Casrah and Delomeux to join us" Alpha took a look at the guest admiral. Then proceeded after the Captain. Once in the conference room he put his helmet on the table, it was an ominous sight. -So...I need to know what forces will be at my disposal on Mygeeto. I need to make some planning...I have to analyze the reports one of my students...Commander Baccara had made after he left the planet. Scyther sat down at the head of the table, Delomeux and Casrah on her right hand side, Haji was standing in for her whilst she was away and while Grand Moff Tarkin was making his speech. "You will have soldiers from each of my group’s ships; you will obviously be co-ordinating with the soldiers from the Wrathis contingent. Captain Delomeux will provide you air support when you need it and to escort you down to the planet" He snorted when he heard the captain said "Wrathis". -I see and what mechanised units will I be using Scyther thought about this carefully before answering, "Well I’m afraid we don't carry that much in the way of ground vehicles as we are in effect a starfighter carrier. The Imperial class ships, of which there is only one in my group carry more in the way of ground vehicles. However you will be using LAAT/i gunships and the walkers we have on board". Alpha rubbed his chin, this was not good. -So, I will be the Commander of the ground forces She knew that this was probably not good news, but Scyther knew that her ships strength was more on the starfighter side than the ground side, a feature she felt could be both strength and weakness. "Yes you will be, and will you choose your own second in command should anything happen?" He grinned, so the Imperials thought something might happen to him. -For now I don't have such a candidate, but will think about it This was not his usual behaviour, but after all he was serving the Empire...once again, nothing was like his usual behaviour. Scyther nodded, This man is such an enigma she thought, you cannot tell what he's thinking....."No problem” she replied. "I will however expect regular reports as to how the ground battle is progressing. Should anything happen to me, Casrah will take charge, and Captain Ivanov will take control of the group." "I will try to give you as much help as I possibly can2 said Delomeux after Scyther had finished, “And hopefully I can provide you with enough protection to get you and the troops down safely" -Yeah, this is a problem during the ground assaults, be careful with those tri-fighters around, they are fast little chakaars... He liked using Mando'a, the Mandalorian language while talking to the aruetiise, the non-Mandalorians. Scyther didn’t know what chakaars meant, but it was obviously meaning they were probably difficult little buggers. Delomeux nodded "We'll see if we can keep those pesky tri-fighters off your backsides, I’ll be sending a squadron of Ursean Birds to protect you, and should hopefully keep those little flies out of the way". -I hope so too...-he muttered.-So me and my squad will have to destroy the outer defences then infiltrate the base and capture as many seps as possible "Yes" replied Scyther, "Yes, that is the general objective, you will also be helping to disable the ground weapons instillations as well as the group will be concentrating more on the orbital side of things" -Alright then, we will be kicking some clanker's shebs...-he needed to act as if he was on the Imperial side, "I have a job to do, but first to liberate Alpha Squad..." he thought Chuckles all around at this comment. "Indeed you will be Commander" she said. "Now, our group will not move until Captain Perrinaw and the Wrathis group achieve their objective, and of course you cannot go in whilst the shields are still up around the planet. Thanks to Captain Perrinaw, we have some information about Mygeeto which has been added to Lord Vader’s information, this will be sent to your datapad to allow you to fully utilise your troops and your vehicles which you will have available. I have faith that you will use them wisely" He wanted to roll his eyes in annoyance, he disliked both Perrinaw and his Squad, and he hated Vader for what he had done. But his face remained an unreadable mask; he wanted it to stay that way. -Well captain, I'm fighting this war since its beginning, so I think I know my enemy...quite well... Confident young man are'nt you...Scyther thought with a snicker that was'nt visible. She smiled and said "Well, I hope the troops in my group can benefit from your experience, and hopefully they can learn from it" -They are not Clones like me, so at first I will have some problems, but we will get along...They will have to comply with some tough orders. "Tough orders should be no problem" Scyther replied with a quirk of her eyebrow "Hopefully they should have been used to that in the Academy" she saw out of the corner of her eye both Casrah and Delomeux smiling at that comment. "I don't think so..." he thought. -I hope so, or they won't get back alive...I was trained in a different "academy" so I have a different way of thinking... He remembered his "father" Jango Fett, he had personally trained Alpha to become the best there is. Alpha was the ultimate killing machine in the GAR; he was more like a Null than an Alpha ARC. When he remembered the Nulls he thought of Kal Skirata, "I will have to meet him to see whether he had found Ko Sai and her data..." Defiantly an enigma, Scyther thought, could be a dangerous man indeed, if his reputation is to be believed..."Let us all hope then, that we do not suffer a lot of losses, and that at least you way of thinking and ours can bond together and form a team which can work together well and efficiently" Alpha had made a mistake leaving his helmet, he felt naked without it, to conceal his face. The ARC Commander disliked having it visible, especially in front of the enemy. -I hope so too, the success of the mission will rely on this. The Seps won't see it coming...if I might say so... Scyther chuckled, Delomeux looked unsure and Casrah smiled. "Indeed, let us hope so" she replied. "Hopefully we will deal a blow to the Separatists so hard they won't be able to come back. Remember, never make battles personal. As I have learnt, making battles personal only clouds you judgement" He wanted to snort at that comment, his battle was personal, it was a battle against the empire. One man against countless millions. He managed to smile. -We clones don't take things personally... Scyther looked straight into his eyes then, the meaning clear to see "Let us hope not". After holding his gaze for about thirty seconds, she relaxed and resumed her gentle demeanour, "Now, are there any more questions?" At first it startled him, when the Captain stared at his eyes, the clone managed to hide his emotions behind his "mask". -Not for now, I will have to go and check on my troops. Scyther nodded "Excellent, if I receive any more information I will of course, send it down to you. Be on standby Commander, I wish you and the troop’s success. Dismissed" Alpha rose and with an almost ritualistic gesture he put his helmet on, becoming whole once again. He had purpose again, all he needed was patience. The Commander saluted Scyther and moved towards the door. Just before he left he turned his head. -I am sorry about the mess...on the bridge...-Alpha said with a synthesized by the helmet voice. Scyther and the others saluted him in return with due respect, although Delomeux was looking slightly uncomfortable. "Well I will be talking to Ensign Novell as to what happened, and I will then take the appropriate action. Be warned, you may receive a verbal warning if I believe something was going on there, but your apology is duly noted" Scyther replied with a serious tone. He resisted the urge to laugh, the famous ARC Commander to receive a warning for misbehaviour. Well he was a hero once...when there were a bit more Jedi and more Clones...and the Republic still existed. Alpha then nodded and left the room. Scyther turned to Casrah as soon as the Commander had left the room. “You were rather quiet Casrah. Usually you speak up and voice your thoughts”. “Well sir, to be frankly honest, the man is uncomfortable to be around if his reputation is to be believed. If the commotion which preceded this briefing to go by, then he is defiantly a little bit of a loose cannon”. This was unusual for Casrah to be uncomfortable around somebody. “Your thoughts are noted Casrah, but reputations are’nt everything. However, I shall make sure he is watched, next time he gets a written warning if this happens again. However I shall find out what happened from Novell; maybe he can shed some light on this” Casrah and Delomeux both nodded, Delomeux then asked, “Shall we return to the bridge sir?” “Yes we shall, the time for deployment is imminent, and I need to pass on some more instructions to the Captain’s, namely Perrinaws strategies and the information on Mygeeto as well as the command structure for this group should anything happen to me” Scyther then smiled “And I’ve got to get my chair back”. TAG: Imperials at Waypoint Alpha, Lord Admiral Xavier -----signature----- "All I offer you is the truth, nothing more", Morpheus, The Matrix "Unlike the American goverment, we prefer not to got our bad news from CNN" M, GoldenEye Crystal Palace FC next game: Home vs Barnsley
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LordDarthUmbrus Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/22 7:54am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/22 7:57am (3 edits total) Edited By: LordDarthUmbrus
	OOC: I'm done with the Tarkin briefing thing as it is slowing me down even worse than I normally am, these days. Please PM me if you need any direction from me, although I'm probably out of touch, now, with a lot thats gone on. Also please brief me on what plans you may have or on anything I may have missed in trying to read everything, which will be a lot, I'm sure. IC: Tarkin Location: Killing Moon . Waypoint Alpha Tarkin nodded in the affirmative to Carthaginian's directives in regards to his fleet. At that time a fleet wide alarm went off. A priority hale pressed itself over all the other holopanels in the multi-display. The transmission included visuals: Sith-I-5 posted: In the skies above the ice planet, its name meaning ‘gem’ in the language of the Muun, Separatist defensive cruisers, one after the other, caught with their shields down, belched flame and atmosphere, and fell slowly into the planet’s gravity well. BBBRRRIIIPPP!!! Someone, somewhere, got hold of the over-ride code to stop the carnage. A massive fireball, visible from space, consumed the area where the KIG duo had done their work, for the over-ride had been booby-trapped. The pre-emptive strike had begun. Tarkin turned to all concerned: "Prepare for Lightspeed, all Units." --------------->\|\|\| The Attack Has Begun. \|\|\|<--------------- Tag: Everyone who is an Imperial Nasty OOC 2: Great start, guys. Lets do this! -----signature----- "Great Spirit, Maker of All Life. A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. Tell them to be patient and ask death for speed." - Chingachgook ~~~ SDO
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LordDarthUmbrus Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/22 8:19am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/22 8:20am (1 edits total) Edited By: LordDarthUmbrus
	OOC: Forgive me Argen and MOLP. I need a little retcon here to give me some room to work. IC: Obi-Wan Location: State Room . Paladin Luke and Obi-Wan continued their tantric breathing exercises that would serve Luke later in trying to clear his mind to more open him to the Force. At length, Obi-Wan opened his eyes and spied young Luke dutifully breathing. The disruption in Obi-Wan's breathing had disconnected from Luke, so Luke should notice the change if he wasn't just napping. Obi-Wan took Luke's shoulder to snap him back to the present. "Luke. As you know we will be leaving Paladin soon to go live elsewhere. I have decided that we need to return to Tatooine. Its important that you go there. The place has roots for you that go very deep. Its the best place I can think of where we can safely complete your training in relative peace." Obi-Wan said gently. Obi-Wan wasn't sure how much of Tatooine Luke could remember. His mother had taken him from there when he was still quite young. But time for further explanation was curtailed as at that moment came a chime at the door. Tag. Luke, Biggs ------------------ OOC: Now we can have the quoted Luke/Biggs interaction with some background context master-of-les-pauls posted: IC Luke Skywalker Location The Paladin[/b][/i] Master and apprentice had been in there quarters for a short while and both had settled into the traditional Jedi meditation stance, the pair sat side by side in perfect harmony. It was only when the chime of the chamber rang out was Luke concentration broken. The young boy's eye darted around the small room and he saw the Obi Wan had not even flinched at the sound of the door or at the fact someone was stood outside. Luke jumped to his feet and opened the doors and the young boy was presently surprised to find that it was Cpt Darklight whom was stood outside. “Cpt Bigg's how may I help you?” Luke asked. Tag Bigg's, Obi Wan ArgenPalos posted: IC: Biggs Darklighter Location: the Paladin, Hoth System Biggs was expecting to see a raucous show of Jedi expediency by the two Jedi who were due to leave the ship momentarily, certainly enticed to action by the recent jolts from the asteroids, instead he was treated to a young Padawan, almost looking surprised by the intrusion to their door, his Master imperturbably meditating in a seated position. “Cpt Bigg's how may I help you?” the little scamp asked him as if he figured Biggs was paying him a social visit. “Ummmm….your Master spoke to you, didn’t he?” he began in an almost secretive hushed tone, somehow afraid to break the meditative state of the elder Jedi. “You do know you guys are leaving the Paladin and making for, well, somewhere else,” he continued quietly, now not only for the benefit of the meditating Master Jedi but just in case someone else was within earshot. He was also a little concerned that the elder Jedi hadn’t talked with his young apprentice; however, they had arrived and if he hadn’t then he needed to know immediately. “We’ve arrived at the Hoth system….,” he said with a nod of the head, this time loud enough so that Master Kenobi would be certain to be shaken from his reverie. “It’s time,” he announced a bit more glumly as the realization that the two would be leaving shortly. Who knew when he would see them again, he mused gravely as his shoulders drooped and he sighed. TAG: Luke, Master Kenobi -----signature----- "Great Spirit, Maker of All Life. A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. Tell them to be patient and ask death for speed." - Chingachgook ~~~ SDO
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RogueAce7 Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 5/22 1:52pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Admiral Gavin Fidelis The Paladin, bridge “Bout time you get up and get back to work!” He was joking of course. “How you feelin’ Admiral?” Gavin beamed, shaking Torian's hand. "Not too bad at all, my friend. Glad to be back. I needed the rest though...I was the one doing all the work." “Very amusing, Admiral," Ackbar said. "I’m glad you’re so flippant about your recovery, Admiral,” he began with baited feigned disdain. “However, Rogue Squadron was in dire need of their leader. They could have used you over Ryloth, the Jedi….,” he continued amiably and then pausing. “Well, I’ll make sure you get all the reports from our current mission. We’ll have to introduce you to our guests,”[/i] Gavin's smile vanished. What had he missed? "Ryloth? What happ--" he stopped upon noticing a newcomer onto the bridge. A little one. Smiling at the boy, the Admiral watched the interaction between father and son, chuckling at the natural inquisitiveness of the youth. Then, the initial reports began to come in from the planet, Hoth. Gavin's jaw dropped upon hearing the average temperature of the great big ball of ice. -62 degrees? Sithspawn! Typical of the man, Rhor voiced his thoughts more openly and bluntly. "Damn, that's cold." Gavin laughed outright. "No kidding." Torian exited the bridge, taking his son along. "So Ackbar, are we uh...you know. Going down there? Because the Sergeant is right. That's bloody cold. A lot of equipment is going to have to be modified to even work in that setting." Fidelis sighed, silently hoping he wouldn't have to go down there. Maybe it'd have been better if he hadn't woken up quite so soon. Tag: Ackbar, Rhor, etc. -----signature----- History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it. -Winston Churchill The object of war is not to die for your country...it's to make the other guy die for his. -General George S. Patton (edited a slight bit) Semper Fidelis
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/22 3:03pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/22 5:59pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Imperial_Hammer
	IC: Torian Location: Padawan and younglings Quarters aboard the Paladin Torian turned back around and pulled up a chair, facing the children. "I been pumping p…, no that story won’t work. There was this time when my team was in the middle of this jungle. We had come upon a small Imperial scouting team. There were four of them. We waited and watched. The lead trooper pulled this baby doll from his belt and began to explain the story of how he got it. I knew this story well. The adrenaline started rushing inside me. Walking slowly up on the clones, I pulled my dagger from my belt and drove it straight through the armor plating in the back of the unsuspecting clone. The force of my dagger thrust came through the chest–plate exposing the blood-stained blade. The nearest clone pulled his blaster but I caught the muzzle in my hand and directed it at the third clone’s head just as he fired. I dropped the dead clone hanging from my blade. I seized the blaster from the clone and snapped it over my knee. The stormtrooper took a swing at me and managed to make contact with my jaw which didn’t faze me. I threw two quick punches, one left and then right. They connected on the face plate of the helmet, turning it completely around. The clone trooper stumbled back. I grabbed him by the arm and brought his throat to my hand. I then turned to the last clone, the one with the baby doll. He dropped it and pulled his blaster, shooting me in the arm, but it didn’t stop me. I knocked the blaster from his hand, kicked him in the gut with my boot, which reeled him over. With my elbow I drove it into the faceplate, splitting it open. The clone fell over on his back, nose and mouth bloodied. He stopped and looked at the faces of the children. They were in shock with mouths hanging and their eyes wide open. “Maybe I better stop, this story isn’t for you.” He stood up, “Good night kids.” Turning back to the door, he turned out the light and left. TAG: if you want I_H Edit: Too gory for a PG/PG13 board. Sanitized appropriately. -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC Silence is Golden, Duct tape is Silver! Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. Round here we only use Chuck Norris toilet paper. Rough, tough and don't take crap from no one!
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DARTH_GOLLUMSMEAGOL Registered: Sep '03	Date Posted: 5/22 5:23pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Jerec Location: Imperator Jerec was in his stateroom, meditating when he felt it. Not physically, but through the Force. He stood and dressed, the time was drawing near, his anger was swelling, he was itching to kill. He telepathed to Palpatine. My lord, your loyal servant awaits your order. Tag: Palps -----signature----- Sir "I got *** on my mommy" of the 3SA Sarcasm Knights RIP Snowman
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/22 10:58pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/22 11:39pm (2 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OOC: I have interpolated this post into the time frame of LDU's post for Tarkin above. Thanks , Omi! Refer to the Providence I in ICS. IC: Lord Vader LOCATION: conference room of Executor* “I will interject here, Admiral… Moff,” said Vader once Carthaginian had finished, foregoing the complete grandiosity of both men’s titles, stepping forward and loading a data disc into the large conference room’s console, a schematic rising of a vast and intricate ship in lines of brilliant green. “So you are all aware, these are the specifications for the Providence II carrier/destroyer or Ravager I as we have come to call them. There are, at last report, 40 in all,” he preceded, divulging the information he’d received from the KIG, “ - you are familiar with the Providence I s of which the Confederacy fleet is now replete.” The key that displayed alongside the cross-section, showed the ship to be three times larger than the Invisible Hand and equal in diameter to a Ring Carrier. And so vast was the ship, it had its own rail transit from stem to stern on several decks - an internal system for quick transport to battle stations. Anti-starfighter turrets punctuated the vast surface of the gargantuan ship around vulnerable areas, the hangars, beneath and around the spire, the primary bridge, thrusters, and the like. Turbolaser batteries, torpedo tubes and ion cannons were among the battery complement. It had a few hangar bays for quick starfigher launch, two hangar bays on port and starboard near the stern for invasions, and a secondary hangar bay on the ventral side near the stern. There were also forward torpedo tubes and turbolasers for frontal assault, the Executor pointed out and added, “The ship has a pair of beam cannons with articulated nozzles at either end of the port and starboard hangar bays capable of firing continuous beams of energy. Again, their primary function is to stave off starfighters, but the strafing beam is slow to fire between charges - the beam lasts for only 6 seconds before the cannon needs to cool off and recharge. The quad-lasers support the cannons during this period. They are manned by droid crews. These too can be bypassed and destroyed when the beam cannons are recharging and preparing to fire again. “Its redundant shields were designed to take a huge amount of pounding, but there are two ways to get around it,” said Vader, recalling the impossible attempts to disrupt those shields! “Either through intense and constant bombardment of the ship, in which case the generator will overheat and shut down or implode, or by mounting an assault to destroy the generators from within, sending troops in when shields are lowered to launch their fighters.” Anakin looked about the holos of the high command. “With any external assault, it will take a large amount of resources to affect a melt down, not to mention time in sustained bombardment. You can expect to encounter at least two of these destroyers in any of the three theatres, if not more. Breaking through their defense, therefore, the Providence Is being only marginally less armed, and smaller, will take time.” “In some cases, bombardment may be your only option. However, the best chance is in facing off against the ship's security systems. Therefore, we need to draw their fighters out with our superior tactics, it’s our best chance of gaining the hangar bays.” He waited as the assembled were clearly busily taking in the schematics of the CIS ship. Depressing another button, changing the holo to show the internals of the ship, Vader continued, “The main bridge is at the front of the ship and protected by particle shields and an array of laser batteries and torpedo tubes, here,” he said pointing to these. “The spire on the forward dorsal houses a main command center. The generator is near the stern. Be aware, the hangar bays don't interconnect and communication within the ship will be disrupted. Your teams must be coordinated and precise. They can utilize Confederacy frequencies which your marine and infantry should have at their access now. The secondary hangar bay located ventrally, is the best way in. They don’t expect an assault with the assumption that fighter craft can not make it beyond their primary defense.” “On the dorsal side before the spire, there is an external droid control array. If a control ship goes down, the flagship's generator kicks in. It is defended by anti-starfighter batteries and quadlasers as you advance. If the shields are offline, it should be easy to destroy if starfighters survive and are loaded with warheads,” said Anakin peering